The Coup2K Experience of

Cynthia G.

A BBBR Resistance Fighter Shares Her Story

 

A sense of urgency and purpose has taken root,

and the sobering call to rise from a slumber and

to stand up for the fight to shape the future of this country

as well as this planet has become impossible to ignore.

 

Dear Tammy " Diva":

 

Just checking in to tell you how much I applaud today's report ("5 Habits....") As always, you are just so right on target. Just love how everything you do comes out in such a straight, clear shot equally from brain and heart. You have a very special talent. The Steal Penny was genius.

 

This site is one of my lifelines. Like yourself and many others, my life has undergone dramatic change since the non-election. Nothing seems the same at all. About 90% of my waking consciousness is focused on gathering truthful information about what has happened, trying to process the "what" and "why", discussing it ad infinitum with my husband, children and anyone else who is at all inclined to do so, writing countless letters, faxes and making phone calls to congress reps, newspapers and magazines, and gearing up to become active in any and all future electoral campaigns. We haven't (by choice) had TV for 12 years, so I didn't give that up as a result. But I have stopped listening to mainstream radio (including NPR News) because I just couldn't take the stress or futility of hearing all the spin. I even cancelled my 22-year running subscription to Time magazine after one last straw article broke my readership back.

 

I spend hours every day on the internet, scouring it for every shred of alternative progressive news and investigative journalism, and to my delight, have found a great deal of it to be had. In addition, sites like yours, and bushwatch, buzzflash, indymedia, bartcop, democrats.com, etc., are tremendously gratifying sources of both information and support. Far from feeling detached, I feel more connected than ever to the energy that is going in the same direction. My house isn't as clean as it used to be, many meals have become more basic, 7 hour nights of sleep have become a memory, my architectural work has been pared back, (I have even turned down some jobs) and days can come and go and I haven't even left the house. But in some ways I have never been more mentally and emotionally engaged on concerns and priorities outside my personal world of family and work. A sense of urgency and purpose has taken root, and the sobering call to rise from a slumber and to stand up for the fight to shape the future of this country as well as this planet has become impossible to ignore. That the collective voice of millions of others who hear this same sound is actually penetrating into my being through this computer screen and some of the progressive radio airwaves is a phenomenon that never fails to amaze, comfort and energize me. (I'm not that young, and I was a reluctant techie.)

 

I am profoundly grateful for this newfound network, and for the hope that it gives me to see through the dark clouds, and keep pushing forward every day.

 

There is a short vignette I'd like to share: On the dreaded January 20, my husband and I went to our first ever protest demonstration in our small city in upstate NY. (My husband had a raging fever and flu but went anyway, I'm proud to say). It was freezing cold (in the 20s) and it had rained the night before, so all the sidewalks were coated with 2 inches of solid ice. Literally, you could not walk without skating, and I clung to my husband's arm the whole block walk from the car to the demonstration area. Upon arrival, I was immediately impressed with the diversity of the protestors--every age group was represented. Then something caught my attention that I will never forget. It was the sight of a very old man--mid to late 80s if a day, walking up and down with his sign in one hand and leaning on a cane with the other, bravely venturing forth in slow, deliberate steps over the treacherous ice. I wondered how many of his family and friends cautioned him against going out in those conditions to do this, and yet he resisted them all.

 

My heart leaps every time I think of him.

 

We know what is right. We know what is true. We know what we have to do. Joining hands to get it done is older than history. Some good songs would help. But for me, that image of the old man with the cane is hard to top. Heroes can be anywhere, and finding them is a treasure. Thank you for all you are doing--it is heard, and it is huge.

 

All the best,

 

Cynthia

Upstate New York

 

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